Extreme makeover [Open, bendytimed to... whenever makes sense]

[zouichi]

Somehow, he'd gotten himself into a bet. He didn't even really remember how it had happened or how they had gotten on the subject. But then suddenly the bet had been accepted and it was too late to back down, and now he was sitting at the very same Mess Hall table Sakura and the others had been sitting at the other day while they'd been discussing the source of the ship's mystery meat food supply.

To be fair to Sakura, he'd picked a shade of pink to match her own, natural hair color. But the results were... jarring. Also, hopefully no one would recognize either of them.

Comments

[zouichi]

"She decided to come after us because she had no idea Command was even sending backup for us. Because they didn't bother telling anyone anything, as usual."

If Zouichi sounded cynical about it, it was only because he was. "I fail to understand the point of running a war so far removed from the rest of the crew that no one except the people in charge even know what's going on. Don't we get enough of that from the Daligig?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"No. We need more uninformed, impulsive decisions made by incredibly powerful people left in the dark by their untrustworthy command systems. That's how war is won."

[zouichi]

"Oh, well, in that case, I guess we're all set." Sarcasm sarcasm. "Mission accomplished."